I was not really paying attention in that scene. I was just like: "Pretty. You're so pretty. You are, too. So pretty. Both of you. Pretty."

For what it's worth, I talk like that to my two baby cats as well.

And then I kiss them on their little noggins. And I don't care if that makes me weird. I love my cats and my pretty boys on TV.

I am so going to die an old maid with fifty cats and a rocking chair. I've pretty much accepted it at this point.

I am so going to die an old maid with fifty cats and a rocking chair. I've pretty much accepted it at this point.

I think this is unlikely for a girl as funny as you are, who has such shiny shiny hair.

Do you want a sad yet emotionally sweet cat story? That's how far I'm willing to go to cheer you up, Alibelle.

Yes, Ali, I was very much with you on the "Pretty meet pretty." Honestly, I'm just ready for Sark and Vaughn to hookup. Also, the tracking device they put in Sark's head? That Vaughn can blow up his head. And all of the Sark getting tossed around? I just kept thinking whoa, David Anders must have totally pissed someone off.

Alibelle, it is obligated to stop being cold, and stop raining by tomorrow afternoon. Because I will it to be so.

Awww, thanks. I am feeling more cheerful now, and I was not actually all that down, so no sad kitty stories. I don't care so much for bittersweet, anyway. Even Scarlet the heroic mama cat made me a little sad, since she was so hurt. But she's awesome all the same. But thank you so much!

Yes, Ali, I was very much with you on the "Pretty meet pretty."

That was the one overriding log line for that scene. It was very clear. And I'm with you about DA. Ouch.

Alibelle, it is obligated to stop being cold, and stop raining by tomorrow afternoon. Because I will it to be so.

Yay! And now I'm even more cheerful. Thanks!

But thank you so much!

Phew. Off the hook.

You know what's good? Saltines. Not as good as Ritz, but still good for a quick hit of the salty.

I associate Saltines with: being out on our boat in Biscayne Bay, riding home at the end of the day. Very hungry, but only having the Saltines to eat. Becky (my next door neighbor) and I would ride on the prow of the boat and eat Saltines. Also, I liked to eat them with peanut butter.

Okay, this WMA thing? Seriously pissing me off. Fuckers! I don't want to distribute millions of copies to all my friends. I don't want to put it on the Internet where anyone can download it without giving money to the good cause the CD benefits. I just want to be able to listen to it on my own fucking iPod. And computer in general, actually, since I don't use Windows Media Player for anything anymore.

Although, god, it's tempting me to just send it around the country, letting people copy it to their hard drives willy-nilly without paying... except, I do believe in the cause, and have even given them money without any product before. Still. Argh. I spent about two hours searching the Web for information when I really wanted to be relaxing from really annoying classes and enjoying my Yay! Music!

So anyway, if anyone was thinking of buying HRC's Love Rocks compilation? Be happy with the WMP, is all I'm saying.

Eh, I'm just irritated and grumpy. I'm off to bed now. Later, y'all.

Emily, can you do rip it, burn it to a new cd, and then rip that?

Yeah. Frustrating.